DANDEMONIUM

My creation is an aberration. A distorted figment of my imagination. A sour source of inspiration. A lost cause in my quest for elevation. Why pursue such a fine lie? Entangle and confuse my mind’s eye? To act out a fantasy, if I try, Will break my will, a cost too high. My creation is an aberration. A distorted figment of my imagination. A sour source of inspiration. A lost cause in my quest for elevation. My soul ebbs and flows; and creates shadows where it goes. Into the abyss a light illuminates, it glows. What darkness to be uncovered it shows. My creation is an aberration, A distorted figment of my imagination. A sour source of inspiration. A lost cause for elevation. The bright, white light floats up into the air. There is a fresh breeze everywhere. A lightness overcomes me, I am compelled to share. The luminosity of what I feel, I cannot compare. My creation is an elevation. Of my imagination. A source of inspiration. To lead my soul to liberation.